The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... fears . God bless you all , my jolly boys ! The day is past to play with toys ; I go to fight my way , and you , Do well what thing you find to do ! I hear the railway whistle call , And brush the briny drops that fall ; I leave you ...
... fears . God bless you all , my jolly boys ! The day is past to play with toys ; I go to fight my way , and you , Do well what thing you find to do ! I hear the railway whistle call , And brush the briny drops that fall ; I leave you ...
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... fear , Close them when soft sleep beguiles . These have knit the brows to frown ; Those have taught the mouth to kiss ; Care and pain have oft weighed down Wrinkling forehead's calm with this These once spread the nostrils wide When in ...
... fear , Close them when soft sleep beguiles . These have knit the brows to frown ; Those have taught the mouth to kiss ; Care and pain have oft weighed down Wrinkling forehead's calm with this These once spread the nostrils wide When in ...
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... fear half melted , For God's sake move me from this spot ! - Doubtless they've noticed our approach , And , when they recognize your coach , Shan't I be fired at , peppered , pelted , ( When I can neither fly nor hide ) From some of ...
... fear half melted , For God's sake move me from this spot ! - Doubtless they've noticed our approach , And , when they recognize your coach , Shan't I be fired at , peppered , pelted , ( When I can neither fly nor hide ) From some of ...
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... Fear not lest Mercy blunt thy edge , or make The hand that holds thee o'er the living man With any human hesitation shake ; But thou shalt tell me why his life - blood ran Thus in his veins ; what Life is ; and shalt slake The thirst of ...
... Fear not lest Mercy blunt thy edge , or make The hand that holds thee o'er the living man With any human hesitation shake ; But thou shalt tell me why his life - blood ran Thus in his veins ; what Life is ; and shalt slake The thirst of ...
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... fear , Whilst with a blue handkerchief mopping his face , " Why , doctor ! good heaven ! is it true what I hear , That you're going to raise all the dead in the place ? Why , bless me ! my uncle has lately deceased And left me his heir ...
... fear , Whilst with a blue handkerchief mopping his face , " Why , doctor ! good heaven ! is it true what I hear , That you're going to raise all the dead in the place ? Why , bless me ! my uncle has lately deceased And left me his heir ...
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